False Verdict
His business done, nightfall had arrived as the Killer Jell-O returned to where he had left the Slenderman Snivy. Not to his surprise, the Slenderman was gone. Obviously he had his own business to attend to, a slenderman was a heavy burden to carry. Besides, Slenderman Snivy deserved to go and refresh on his energy. Eating a few souls would do him good. The process by which it happened though, that was what the Killer Jell-O found to be the most interesting of all. It was a shame he had only demonstrated it to him once.
Using the shadows as a means of transport, Slenderman Snivy would slide through the night. A mere whisper in the wind, the Slendersnivy suddenly appeared in doorways, only to be seen for a mere second, as such a way as lightning only appears for a split second before it is gone, causing no harm. No, that was only for spooks. The real victims were those who dared to walk the forest at night, those who let their presence be beheld by the eyes of the Slendersnivy. Only the fools were the victims. A soothing aura emanates from his body, the fool knowing of him being there, but unable to sense the danger. It would be then that Slenderman Snivy would make himself noticeable, slipping out from the shadows as if it were a door and he was simply taking a step outside. As quiet as the lack of sound itself, the victim would glow green. As green as the face that beheld Snivy's gruesome smile. Taking him with walking cane, the Slendersnivy used the hook to put the victim closer, slowly as he knew there was no escape. And as the fool who dared walk out into the night began to scream, it would quickly fade away as the life force was sucked out of them. And just before they were done for, done before their spirit would never rest in peace, he would lift up his hat. He would reveal his eyes, his unspeakable eyes, where the victim would see their fate, and what would've happened if they hadn't been sentenced to it. And from this new found sense of justice, they would give their all to break free, but it would be too late.
Their pokemon renewed and refreshed, the two stray trainers went once again on their way. The moon serving as their guide, they made headway to where they believed they had seen the cave before. As it came in sight they saw a pink blob figure before it, marking the midpoint from their location to the cave. They figured it must have been the one from before, and began to make their way to it, traveling along the wall so that the creature couldn't see them coming. As they came closer they were able to recognize it as a Jigglypuff, or at least that's what they thought it was. The Jigglypuff looked torn to their innocent eyes. It was as if it one, no it indeed was, one of the victims from the poacher before. The one who had done injustice to the poor pokemon, killing them in their sickened way and leaving them there as an invaluable trophy. As they approached closer and closer to the Killer Jell-O, too lost in thought about the previous night's events, they began to notice some details, speaking in whispered snatches to discuss what could be going on. Questions arose, with answers that left the Jigglypuff everything but guilty.
"Why is there blood in its teeth, are Jigglypuffs carnivorous do ya think?"
-"No, of course not, it's just got some poffins in its teeth that's all, I bet someone filled them with jelly"
"Is that a microphone, where did it get it? Don't those need to be plugged in?"
-"Of course not, nowadays everything's wireless, it probably just wants to show off its voice, I hope it'll sing us a song, erm..maybe not."
"And what of that other thing in it's hand..erm, paw?! What even is that, it looks like it has some jelly on it too."
-"Ugh, you really can't tell? It's a knife, duh. This Jigglypuff *OBVIOUSLY* has impeccable manners, and cut its poffin into bite size pieces before eating it."
"Hmm, maybe we should try asking it!"
-"...that might not be such a good idea..look how deranged it looks! I bet it has the pokerus, and I don't want any of *MY* pokemon catching it!"
Hearing whispers from the corner of it's ear, the Killer Jell-O went back to reality, and turned to the direction of the sounds beating through his eardrums. Oh no. Nonononononono. This, this wasn't supposed to happen. Trainers? Trainers. Yes, he knew of them, and was a very proud pokemon in saying that he had never been caught inside a pokeball. Never been trained. Free to live his life as he pleased, leaving the marks of victories where they had happened, never looking back. It was inevitable he thought to himself, and prepared himself for battle, although not a fair one of course. It would hardly be a battle at all. A few chords of his song, a knife in hand. The battle was practically already won. Prepared from mind to body, the Jigglypuff walked forward, unaware of what the future was to behold.
A sinister movement in their eyes, the two trainers looked to the side only to notice the strange Jigglypuff coming towards them. Settling at their feet and letting loose a huge "JIGGLY!", the Killer Jell-O called out for a fight. Looking at each other with a quick nod of approval, the male of the team brought out his called out his Lombre, the female staying back to examine the situation. With the battle a fair one-on-one, the Killer Jell-O raised his microphone to his mouth and let loose his song. Painful to the ears, the song was still soothing, and eyes began to droop, all going as planned.
Seeing no escape from his treacherous song, the Killer Jell-O let go of the microphone mid song, leaving an extra hand to do the job. Walking without caution to the Lombre, the "sombrero" being filled with the hard, mountainous, dirt, the Jigglypuff raised his knife, bringing it to the Lombre's face. And just before the knife was to make the undisputed impact, Lombre, still slightly awake but immensely drowsy, let out a huge uproar, jolting everyone awake. The noise so loud and abrupt, the Killer Jell-O flew backwards, landing harshly on the ground. Screeching out in anger, the Killer Jell-O charged at the Lombre with his knife pointing to the eyes, when he quickly and timely used a thief attack, stealing the precious knife from beneath his grasp. Consumed with overwhelming rage at having his precious family heirloom stolen from him, he let loose a ghastly scream, or more specifically, a rage filled hyper voice. The horrifying scream echoing off the mountainous terrain, the trainers and Lombre were hit from every side, falling down with their ears ringing. Continuing his attack combo, the Killer Jell-O slapped the Lombre ferociously, knocking the knife out of his "hand" and stabbing him several times before he was content.
After being suddenly jolted awake, the trainers watched with awe as Lombre fought for himself, counterattacking the Jigglypuff's every move. And then they were on the ground again..what was happening? It was as if their ears were being penetrated by demons and only the holiest water of the purest spring could save them, but the spring was contaminated by Grimer, bringing poison on everything they touch as the hell hounds chased them away. And with what was to be one final look, he opened his eyes to see his Lombre, losing blood, a monocle carved on to his face with several stab marking on his chest. His ears still in pain, he lifted his grass from the soft grass, and heard the full glory of the voice of the Killer Jell-O. Taking all that was pure about his body and draining it away into a puddle. And with one final movement before he would collapse, he lifted up Lombre's pokeball.